Mu Sheng's actions of copying scriptures suddenly paused.

The visitor was lightly danced in black, and his voice was particularly hoarse: "Xiaoyao City, Guiyue Hall, and the old man from Beizhou Mu Mansion in front of Ye Chuyue, he wanted to remove you and Ye Xun'er from the genealogy and drive them out of Beizhou Mu Mansion."

Mu Sheng's eyes were red and his face was distorted.

immediately.

She took the pen and put the paper on it, copying the scriptures slowly.

The visitor said again: "The old man has begun to investigate the life experience of Zhenbei Hou, and the blood glaze left by Mu Qinghuang was also obtained by Ye Chuyue. Now, she is with the old man, Mu Chenhai and Mu Linfeng."

"Mu Sheng.        "

"You said, will they recognize each other?"

The man in ink asked with interest.

There was a "click" sound.

The pen in Mu Sheng's hand fell onto the scriptures.

She raised her head, her face pale and bloodless.

"My Xun'er has never been well treated in the Mu Mansion over the years. Her father has never regarded her as his granddaughter. Just Ye Chuyue. It's really a deceptive thing to them!

Mu Sheng took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "Ye Chuyue is like her mother, which makes people sick!"

The man in the ink smiled without saying a word.

"Mu Qinghuang is dead and still has a gloomy soul, making people feel uneasy."

Mu Sheng said hatefully, then looked at the man, "The secret key of the sect in the Blood Glazed Glaze is what you have been looking for. Will you still sit and wait for death?"

The man in black wrapped his hands around his chest, his hat lowered his hat to cover his eyebrows and eyes, and his voice showed a sure confidence, "The blood glass cannot fall into her hands."

"She is the Emperor, how dare you anger the Emperor?"

Mu Sheng sneered, "It's a pity that the emperor is trapped in his childhood affair and has lost the status of the Lord of the Hundred Ghosts. In the future, he will lose the great holy land and rivers because of this woman, and will die without a burial!"

"We spent a lot of money to hire the Blood Sect archer, and then acted in the dark. Before the Emperor discovered it, we should eliminate the roots and fly away. How can the Emperor know who was successful?"

The man smiled.

Mu Sheng half-squinted his eyes, "You must remove her from the top and smash her consciousness and bones!"

"If you are afraid, you will be afraid. The old uncle and the Mu brothers will protect him, which will make it difficult for us to deal with."

"Damn it." Mu Sheng sneered: "Anyway, they don't care about us mother and daughter, so why should they treat them as family members? Once they die, the Mu family will belong to me and Xun'er."

The man pondered for a long time, looked at Mu Sheng through his hat and laughed slightly, "Mu Sheng, Mu Sheng, you really didn't disappoint me. You are such a person who is as heartless as a snake or a scorpion and never recognizes his relatives."

“Each one another—”

The voices of the two were destroyed in the wind and snow of the bitter and cold land.

...

Ghost Moon Palace.

Auction store.

After Chu Yue took the Concentration Pill, his breath and emotions calmed down.

A knock on the door sounded, and then Ye Xun'er's voice came, "Grandpa, uncle, can Xun'er come to see you?"

Before the old man could say anything to refuse, he saw Feng chewing the apple with a sad sing, pushing open the door, and taking Qin Jinnian in.

Ye Xun'er and Bai Xianxian looked at each other and walked into the elegant seat.

Ye Xun'er limped and no longer had arrogance and domineering attitude. Instead, she lowered her head and admitted her mistake in front of Chu Yue, "Miss Chu Yue, I offended you so much before, it's all my fault. I hope you don't take it to your heart. You are the person you grandpa likes, and I should accept you too."

The old man frowned, and a look of disgust suddenly flashed across the faces of the brothers of Mu's family.

Chu Yue sat lazily on the chair, crossed her legs gracefully, held a cup of tea in her hand, took a sip, and then looked indifferently at Ye Xun'er who was full of apology.

"Miss Chu Yue, since we are disciples of the same sect, we should smile and eliminate our grudges and treat each other in harmony." Ye Xun'er said.

Feng Geyin gnawed the apple and lay leisurely on the imperial concubine's couch, looking like he was watching a big show.

"Are you finished speaking?"
Chapter completed!